It seemed that all the homes he could once have returned to were gone now-the Academy, the little boat...
After a great battle...
When he finally had a moment to catch his breath, that loneliness surfaced in Su Mo.
Just as it had that year, when he first came to this realm.
In this vast world, there was nowhere for him to belong...
Where could his body find no shelter? Everywhere could shelter his body.
Where could his heart find shelter? Nowhere could shelter his heart...
Shelter for the body was a patch of earth and sky; shelter for the heart was the people there.
The little boat had lost Girl, and the Academy had lost his masters and fellow disciples...
Where in this world was still home?
Su Mo slowly rose. With a wave of his hand, he dug a deep pit in the ground, then lifted Cheng An'an's Spirit Transformation corpse and laid it inside. With another wave, he buried her.
Su Mo looked at it, then turned in silence. He took a single step and vanished...
Watching Su Mo leave in silence, the Void Beast seemed to sense the change in his mood as well. A distinctly human trace of sorrow flashed through its eyes. It burrowed into the void and followed...
When Su Mo reappeared in the Academy, everything was quiet.
There were no voices, none of the laughter and play of the past.
The Academy before his eyes was still the same Academy, yet it was utterly different from the one in his memory.
The Void Beast followed Su Mo into the Academy and looked around curiously. When it looked back at Su Mo, it found him silent and forlorn.
Su Mo silently walked over to the Academy's stone table and sat down. A jug